I loved the feel, the look of her ass, and her sounds. I started to thrust harder. In less than a couple of seconds I was thrusting hard. I was lost, ...ouldn't think streight. All I knew was I was fucking my grandmother and I didn't want to stop. I let her arm go and grabbed her hips as I thrusted. I was no longer holding her down and I was shocked when she didn't fight to get away. She just lay there with her eyes closed, trying to hold back her grunting. I was really doing her now, and I felt. You think it’s bad because talk show hosts claim it objectifies women. You think it’s bad because Walter Cronkite gets on the news every night and tells us about how we poor children are being victimized by it.”Riley interjected. “Walter Cronkite is dead, you idiot.”“Same difference,” he continued. “But fuck all that, dude.” He took a big bite of waffle cone and shamelessly continued with his mouth full. “If you’re happy, and she’s happy, then where’s the problem? The fucker feels better after,. George was nowhere to be seen as they got Taylor and made their way outside. Dave hailed down a cab and helped Polly inside, directing the driver to their hotel. When they got there, the doorman smiled and nodded at them as they made their way through the revolving doors and into the elegant lobby. Richly coloured Persian rugs softened the well-polished marble floors and as Dave put his arm around her again, she melted into his embrace. Polly instinctively held her head up, telling herself, ‘I. He’s still embarrassed about that, by the way,’ she said. ‘Filipino guys can’t barbeque beef…only pork. It’s just not in the gene pool!’ she chuckled. ‘Anyway, on the way home he said that Tess would probably do anything she could to lasso you in marriage!’ This was becoming the most personal conversation I’d ever had with Ellie. Her almond eyes flashed brightly as she continued to talk while we ate. ‘Yeah…?’ I said, waiting for the next bit of illuminating information. ‘I told him I hoped she.